"Believe me Conny, I... I... I love you." He spoke quietly, snow falling delicately on his hair. "Don't. You don't love me. You want me."she answered him, looking at his handsome features. "No, I love you." He urged his hand reaching for hers as she gradually pulled away, "No you don't Thomas." She answered with a swift jerk of her head, she found my self walking of to the distance to a place I once called home.